So, as I was slacking off today, I was looking at ign.com, and I ran across a game I had never before heard of: Yourself! Fitness. Intrigued by the premise of a virtual atheletic trainer, I read the review, and proceeded to visit the game's official website, and explore the forums on it. And, well, it looks pretty damn, cool! It asks you questions about your height, weight, activity level, desired fitness goals (and more), and it makes a specialized workout routine just for you! Then, you follow the on screen fitness instructor as she shows you how to do different exercises. Basically, you do what she does on the screen, at the same rate she does it. At any time, you can pause the workout and go to a tutorial that teaches you exactly how to do some of the aerobic exercises. It has built in breaks for you to take, and even reminds you to get a drink of water! The instructer will ask you how the workout felt for you (easy, just right, or too hard), and then adjusts the activity level accordingly. Apperantly, she even asks how you're feeling at the beginning of the workout, and adjusts according to that as well.
With your specific fitness goals, the workout program created for you actually keeps track of each day that goes by. If you miss workouts, or stick with them, the trainer comments. Apperantly, the more you stick to it, you get bonus features like new exercise areas and new music to listen to as you exercise. It'll also keep track of your progress for you over time, and the instructer encourages you througout the workout. I guess its kind of like an interactive/personalized exercise video. This may be just the thing to get me to actually exercise! I think I just may get this once my federal tax return come in.
Measure for Measure has been cast. I'm Angelo, just like I thought I'd be. Nick is the Duke, and Katie is Isabella (of course). I'm actually happy with what I got, and I'm excited that Tabby and Scott are in it. I haven't gotten to hang out with them much, and this is a great opportunity.
Oddly, though, it seems like Tabby and I are the only ones that are excited. Katie is all depressed, and Nick doesn't want to memorize half the show. Scott professes to dislike Shakespeare, and 2 people have dropped out, with another 2 who tried to drop out, but Doc won't let them. Good lord. Why isn't anyone happy?
Dr. Murch-Shafer hasn't gotten back to me about my new project idea . . . I'm sure she's read the e-mail. I don't know if she's mad or what. So, I'm kind of worried on that end, and hesitant to do any further work. I'm also hesitant to get back to the lady from UNMC until I know just what's going on. Time is quickly running out, and I need to know. I suppose I could just go in to talk to Dr. Murch-Shafer, but I'm just . . . I dunno . . . feel really weird about it before hearing back from her in an e-mail.
Chorale was . . . interesting today . . . Dr. Palmer started us off (5 minutes late) with having us watch a video. He had taped the chorale room as people entered, and had us watch it to point out our lack of professionalism . . . Now, aside from mentally pointing out that it seems like every time I'm actually at chorale early or on time, we always start late, but whenever I'm even 30 seconds late, they start EXACTLY on time, or early . . . Anyway, I found the whole exercise rather offensive. I honestly didn't see anything wrong with how we behaved. A vast majority of the people walked in, grabbed their folders, and sat in their chairs. A few people got up to socialize in other sections of the room, but when Palmer wanted to start, people went to their places. So Palmer lectured us on our exreme lack of professionalism, and how he wants us to be proud of our choir (implying we shouldn't be proud based on the video) and have fun at the same time. Then he had us all leave, and come in again. This time, he wanted us to come into the room with a "purpose" . . . whatever that means.
So, we all walked out, and then looked at each other awkwardly, and then walked back in. We got our folders, and sat in our places. At the end of rehearsal, Palmer had us watch the video of our second entrence, spouting how much better we look, and how we should be like that every day . . . The only difference was that everyone walked in at the same time, and that we started immediately as the last person had sat down. How are we supposed to translate that into everyday rehearsal unless everyone shows up at 2 minutes to 5:00 to shuffle in single file? I just found the whole thing extremely absurd, and if Palmer wants us to be a professional choir, we better start performing like a professional choir (you know, MORE than 2 performances a semester), and start paying us. Chorale is an extra-cirricular activity, not an army. Ugh.
Oh, and detailed descriptions of one's own bowl movements are NOT attractive. Then again, ANY descriptions of ANY fecal matter is just not tactful, with the exceptions of medical practitioners and hostpital patients. *glares at Tregan*
Hmmm . . . for the past few days, I have had the sensation that there is something stuck in my throat. It doesn't matter how many times I swallow, or how many times I eat or drink in effort to knock it down, it remains, and its becoming increasingly irritating. I don't know what the hell it is! I'm even having trouble getting to sleep at night because of this stupid thing. And I'm swallowing almost non-stop, trying to dislodge whatever it is, and apperantly I'm swallowing a lot of air as I do so, because ever few minutes I have a belching fit. Ugh! What the hell is wrong with my throat?
Bodily functions aside, I really have to get to work on this drug abuse paper for Senior Sem. But I really don't want to do it. But I really have to. But I REALLY don't want to. *sigh*
Eric 3/16/2005 09:05:00 PM
